Damons Great Escape Pt II
part I is here
The two of you saunter into the bathroom, Damon peels off his sweater and tosses it to the floor as you do your tee shirt.
“I should have waited to do the laundry..” you mumble and he chuckles.
“There’s always tomorrow.”
He turns the shower on and the two of you fully undress as the room steams up, the mirrors going cloudy. The shower was nice and warm, the water cascading down your back as you wet your hair, the man across from you staring as if you were a beautiful statue in a museum.
You swap places in the water as you two wash your hair.
You wet, you shampoo, he wets, he shampoos, you rinse, he rinses.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful hair color? It's not blonde, but it's not brunette or red either.” you suggest as he leans his head back into the stream of water, his throat bobbing with a chuckle.
“So it's nothing?”
“No, it’s everything..” You express, looking him in his eyes as you put soap onto a cloth and scrub down his body.
The man had a nice physique. The man was the description of ADHD. If you open any psychology diagnostic manual, the criterion would just say “Damon Albarn.” The man played football and jumped around on stage for hours, he was bound to be fit. His chest and stomach was hairy, something you found attractive on only him.
In return he washed you down, his soap smelled nice almost of figs and maybe a hint of pine. His hands run down your arm, across your shoulder and collarbones, down your chest and to the curve of your waist.
“You know I've missed you..” He mumbles into your neck, attempting to pepper kisses onto it before getting soap in his mouth, he spits it out.
“I was washing up what did you expect!”
He chuckles, “I'm not sure..”
The pair finish rinsing off in the shower and he hops out to fetch you both towels, which you left folded on his bed. He runs back in with his towel around his waist and you take the blue towel from his hands and wrap it around yourself. You lotion yourself down and wiggle into a tee shirt he gave you. Walking out of the bathroom you see he put away his folded clothes and was making tea now. He came in with two steaming cups, Damon held his tea cup by the cup and not the handle.
“You're going to burn your hand..”
“Heh no I wont.” He chuckles as he shakes his hand, most likely from burning it.
“Plus I was supposed to be taking care of YOU.” You state, blowing on your tea before sipping it, the flavor was mysterious, maybe a floral blend? It was definitely sweet.
“Well darling, you can but let me take care of you first. You came all the way out here for me, and I was very lonely without you..” He says, sinking to his knees in front of you.
“Damon..”
“If you don't want to, I won't..” He looks up at you with his bold blue eyes, ocean colored, or like a Bluejay flying in the sky.
“You know I'd never turn you down.” While you said this he was already kissing up your legs and kneading your calves.
He was notorious for giving you no warning before diving in and tasting you, licking a line from the bottom to the top.
“Jesus christ..”
His chuckle reverbed off of you as he continued flicking his tongue and lapping you up.
You'd seen him eat ice cream before, as you looked down at him, your hands in his hair. This looked oddly like that which made you chuckle. He stopped and suddenly pulled back.
“Dames!-”
“Whatcha giggling at huh?” He teased.
“It looked like you were eating ice cream.”
He chuckled, “You're weird.”
His kissing resumed on your knees this time, "I heard you girls were aroused by your knees getting touched. Is it working?” He mumbled as he kissed and made out with your knee.
“I mean it tickles a little bit.”
“Oh well ill get back to work.” He says before diving back into your heat, making you jump again at his sudden actions.
“Damon fuck-”
Your hands toyed in his hair, slightly pulling as he endlessly lapped at you. After minutes of his frenzied licking your vision started to blur and star up and you laid back as you let go. Maybe you fully blacked out? As you leaned back up Damon was resting his head on your lap and tracking small marks on your thigh. He seemed to be humming a small song and he looked up at you with his puppy dog eyes and smiled, just a simple, warm smile. He got up and got you a cloth to wipe off with, “I know we just showered, sorry.”
You just returned his expression before he added, “thank you for coming, I really did miss you. I thought I was gonna go crazy alone.”
“It’s okay,” You nuzzle into his bed, he follows and cuddles up next to your warm body. “I had been missing England anyways.”
The two of you dozed off, your teas cooled off and untouched. You on the other hand were not…













